The Faded Masquerade
Chapter One My hands were still shaking from the cold when I pulled the ceremonial mask from the pawn counter’s velvet lining, the one hundred and twenty-six of the Tide Clock ticking softly behind the glass, a mechanical heartbeat that had outlasted three empires and my own dignity. I am Sanjay Iyer, a constable in Vael, a city where the mist does not clear but settles into the lungs like...
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